Wednesday, July 31, 2013

A Brief Memory

Not much to say today.  I still don't have my wheelchair, and my body aches from sitting in one position for so long.

During dinner, I was watching Mad Men (for the millionth time!) with Brittainy; the episode where Don and Meagan go to scope out a Howard Johnson's restaurant.  A wave of nostalgia washes over me whenever I see it. 

Every year when I was a kid my family would take a car trip to Florida.  All the way down and all the way up, we would stop for meals, sometimes stay in their hotels.  I loved the clam chowder and Dad loved the salt water taffy.  (I can still see Mom popping one of those yummy pastel treats into his mouth as he drove.)  Bruce and I would turn on the Magic Fingers on the hotel beds and giggle at the vibrations.

Those were fun times, and I treasure those memories.  They seem so far away, as if it all happened to someone else.

I'm in another chapter of my life now, and I'm sure that in twenty years or so I'll be feeling nostalgic and yearning form a piece of the past.  Nothing really changes, does it?

Why does time go so goddamned fast ...?!

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